moving on from manebhanjang

Night was cold and manebhanjang old. Such are traveller's travails; a place looks old in a day and you feel like moving on. to where is not the question....but there's a queasiness in the gut that el-dorado awaits the one who treads. packed our bags and our landrover moved on as guide on wheels, stopping by every half mile to let us catch up. First turn into the tall dhoopi pine jungle and manebhanjang disappeared. stone cobbled trek was still wet and slippery as monsoon had left not long ago. A few slips and bumps later we decided to take the road. Shiring sherpa greeted us with his perpetual smile.....and his T-shirt with One vodka two vodka three vodka print. Just as I was taking his picture a monk entered my frame......and frame of mind. Banter stopped for silence. Tashi dilay (budhist greetings in this area)....we exchanged greetings and I followed monk's trail with my digital rebel....his appearance and disappearance left the trail in more silence. Camera shutter bug-ged but it had to be done.